Mall Excursion

I have successfully instilled in Jack my love for the mall.

This morning, he woke up and said, "Let's go to the mall today, Mom!" Ahhhhh, music to my ears. Currently however, my ears are attached to a very pregnant body, and I wasn't immediately sure I wanted to spend the morning waddling from store to store. BUT, images of those red and white sale signs provided the encore that persuaded me to dress two fidgety toddlers, put on a pair of socks (not the easiest task at the moment), and walk out the door.

Sales? YEP! I did major damage had major success today!!

Of course, a mall trip would not be complete without Jack's amusing chatter:

Jack: "Can we go to the old lady store? I want to get a new mouse for all the kids in my class and then I can take my mouse to my class, too!" (Translation: old lady store=Old Navy. Grandma got Jack a stuffed mouse there and we told him he couldn't take it to church because the other kids didn't have a mouse to play with. His solution: let's just get one for everybody!)
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Mommy: Do you want to go to Pottery Barn with me?
Jack: Yeah, that's a great idea, Mom.
We walk into PB.
Jack: Mom, I don't see the animals. (Oops, I guess this barn doesn't have any!)
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Mommy (while walking into Yankee Candle): Jack, please don't touch anything in here unless you ask me first, okay?"
Jack: Can I touch? (Let's just get it out of the way now, Mom...LOL!)
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And lastly, we walked from one side of the mall to the other in the hopes of letting out some energy at the treehouse. However, when we got there, the normally crowded and rowdy treehouse was empty. The entire area was surrounded with yellow and black caution tape, and the flowers and bees were all turned on their sides. "What?" Oh no. This would normally be grounds for a MAJOR meltdown, but Jack surprisingly took it in stride and agreed on sitting at a nearby table and sharing a pretzel with Max.

However, I can't tell you how many moms walked by while we were sitting there, stopped, disgustingly repeated the same "What?", and had to deal with said meltdowns. I felt for them, because my swollen feet would normally be in their tired and exasperated shoes.

Not today, though. Jack saved his meltdown for the car, as 3 hours at the mall just wasn't quite enough time for him. He's gonna make a great husband one day! ;)